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Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The students of First High School watched in stunned silence.
On the other hand, He Jing was as cool as a cucumber. "I haven't thrown darts in a long time. I must be rusty... It's your turn."
What was the point of them playing when the odds were stacked against them?
The man with brown spots admitted that he would never be able to do the same in his eight lifetimes and chose to admit defeat. First High School had lost the bet.
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After leaving the club, He Jing crossed the road and waited at the bus stop for her ride home.
She bought a bottle of orange juice and received four coins in change, which she stowed in her frog-shaped purse.
A tall, handsome young man stood beside her. He was like her guardian angel, keeping her safe from the prying eyes of the other men around. "I'll send you home," he said.